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Chapter 12: iEnrage Gibby
"Yo, Sammo," Freddie called as he saw the blonde sitting on Carly's couch as he entered Carly's apartment. "Where's Carly?"
Sam blushed at his usually private nickname for her. "She's upstairs, stupid. Now what would've happened if she hadn't been?"
Freddie shrugged. "Didn't really think that far. Wait, isn't it the usually the other way around?"
"Are you trying to say something?" Sam asked as she pushed him against the wall.
"Of course not," he sighed. She leaned in and forcefully kissed him, until they heard footsteps. Sam pulled away and stepped a bit further away.
Carly raised an eyebrow. "What's going on here?"
"I'm threatening Freddork, nothing new," Sam explained.
"What did he do now?" Carly moaned.
Sam frowned. "He called me stupid."
"You call him that all the time," Carly reminded her.
"Well, it's different, I'm not actually stupid," Sam laughed. "Now, come on, mis amigos, we have a show to do!"
Gibby was a guest star on this show, explaining nuts. A bored Sam wondered whose idea this was. Probably Freddie's, she decided as she yawned. Sneaking a peek at Freddie, she saw that he was also bored. Maybe Carly's?
Carly interrupted him, though. "Okay, that's all the time we have for Gibby!" She then leaned forward and mouthed "sorry" to their audience.
"But I'm not done yet!" An upset Gibby whined.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Sam shoved him out of the room. "Take care."
"Now, you may be asking yourselves, do Carly and Sam care about science?" Carly wondered.
They both answered in unison, "NO!"
Sam grinned. "But we do think it would be fun to watch food rot."
"Which is why we'd like to introduce a new iCarly segment," Carly began, and Sam helped her say, "Let's Watch Food Rot!"
"Now come check out what we did to a peanut butter and jelly sandwich," Sam invited. The sandwich (which, in fact, was Gibby's) was dismantled and hung in front of a video camera.
Carly explained, "Now our awesome technical producer…"
Sam butted in with, "Fredalupe!" while doing a weird dance. Carly shot her an are-you-crazy glance before continuing to explain.
"OKAY!" She finally finished.
Sam smiled. "That's all for this iCarly."
"Till next time," Carly released them.
"BYE!" they yelled as Freddie shut down the camera and computer.
Freddie felt happiness fill him. "And we're clear!"
Carly and Sam exchanged high-fives as Freddie walked up. Confused, he asked Sam, "What up with the whole Fredalupe business?"
"Uh," Sam shrugged. Suddenly, the door opened to reveal a girl that Freddie had never seen before. She was pretty, Freddie had to admit, but she had nothing on Sam. She was tall with brown hair and a pink dress. A girly girl, Freddie deduced. Great, Sam will LOVE her. Whoever she is.
"Hey, Gibby," the girl greeted. Wait, Gibby? Freddie was seriously confused now. ":Are you ready?"
"Wait, just a sec, let me grab my briefcase," Gibby replied. It finally hit Freddie who she was, and he grabbed Gibby's shoulder.
"That's Tasha?" he muttered.
"Uh-huh," Gibby grinned. What? Not that I'm jealous or anything, but how did Gibby get a normal girl? Weird…
Sam wanted to crack up at the confused looks on Carly and Freddie's faces that probably mirrored the look of shock she'd worn at Gibby's place that mournful night.
Carly stopped Gibby again. "And you're…dating her?" Sam smiled, knowing that Carly was jealous. She and Gibby belonged together. The weird guy with the perfect girl, it was so much better than her with Freddie, which would be a perfect guy with a perfect girl, which would be BORING. And boring was one thing Sam Puckett wasn't satisfied with.
"Yeah, pretty much," Gibby informed her, pretty much blowing her off. Carly looked hurt, but she hadn't paid a lick of attention to Gibby until Tasha had arrived. Gibby then grabbed Tasha's hand and they left together.
Sam laughed at the identical dumbstruck expressions on both her best friend and her boyfriend's faces. "I told ya she was hot."
"Yeah, but you didn't say she was that hot," Carly laughed, obviously trying to cover up the jealousy in her voice.
"How does he get one of those? I want one of those," Freddie tried not to think about the fact that he already had one.
Sam smiled from behind him.
"You want one of those?" Sam teased as Carly made popcorn for the movies they were going to watch.
He gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Oh, I already have one that's SO much better."
The next day, Sam came into the Shay apartment with Carly to see Spencer shredding newspaper. "Hey!" Carly yelled.
"Hi," Spencer greeted.
Carly threw down her bag. "What's going on?"
"I'm shredding newspapers with an industrial gasoline-powered paper shredder how was school?" Spencer said in one breath.
"I don't remember or care," Sam raised her eyebrows and picked up a newspaper. "Man, why do they even make these anymore?"
"Some people still read newspapers," Carly reminded her.
"Yeah, hobos and the elderly," Sam muttered as she flipped through it.
Carly turned to Spencer. "So, why are you industrially shredding newspapers?"
"Cause, that snooty art critic Oliver Dickson from the Seattle Tribune wrote a mean review of my sculptures," Spencer told her sadly.
"He did?" Carly exclaimed.
"That jerk," Sam added.
"Yeah," Spencer replied. "So I grabbed as many of these as I could find and now I'm making Oliver Dickson's review feel this!" He yanked the cord and shredded some more papers. "That felt nice!"
"Hey, look at all the-" Sam began. "Holy chiz on a chizzle."
"What?" Carly wondered.
"Spencer Shay of Seattle died of natural causes last Saturday," Sam read.
In disbelief, Carly took the paper from Sam. "It doesn't say that…it says that!"
Spencer jerked it out of Carly's hands. "NICE! First they insult my art and then they call me dead! Which, incidentally, I'm not!"
"Are you gonna call the Tribune and yell at them?" Carly questioned.
"No," Spencer sighed. "Who cares? People don't read newspapers anymore."
Someone opened the door then, and Sam smiled as she saw it was Freddie, looking handsome in a blue button-up…oh, shut up. "Hey, my mom can't find our newspaper. You guys seen it?"
Spencer reached down and grabbed a pile of strips of newspaper. He placed them into Freddie's arms.
The next morning, Freddie tried to wake Sam up.
"Don't worry, Freddork, nothing will work," Sam moaned into her pillow.
"That's what losers think," Freddie reminded her.
Sam grinned into the pillow this time. "Exactly."
"Same old Sam," Freddie muttered. "But, I know how to get you up." He reached down and began to tickle her. Sam began to laugh and flew out of bed.
"How did you know that?" she shrieked through her incessant laughter.
Freddie shrugged. "As I've said before, I know YOU."
"True," Sam poked his stomach. "Well, we better get to school."
Once they got there, they ran into the new crazy couple of the school, Gibby and Tasha.
"Hey, home fries," Sam greeted in her usual manner. "So, you guys coming to Carly's hobo party?"
"That sounds so fun!" Tasha exclaimed.
Gibby motioned to her. "How great is her attitude?"
Sam gave a weird attempt at a smile while Freddie's face looked disgusted. Gibby held out a hand. "Come on, I'll walk you to your car." With that, they left, Freddie and Sam watching them with similar amazed expressions on their faces.
"How-" Freddie began.
"I don't know," Sam replied. They brushed hands then walked in their separate directions.
Freddie walked into Carly's apartment after school. "Hey."
"Howdy," Carly responded, strumming on her ukulele.
"You play the ukulele?" Freddie wondered.
Carly laughed. "Yeah, a little."
"Well, that's never been established," Freddie replied, sitting down. "So, Spencer still mad about the newspaper saying he was dead?"
"Nah, he was way more bummed about the bad review of his sculptures," Carly rolled her eyes.
Freddie sighed. "Where is Spence?" Please don't leave me alone with Carly.
"He went to the Seattle Civic Center to help out that charity the Angels of Seattle," Carly explained. "They're teaching sculpting to underprivileged kids."
"Nice," Freddie nodded. "You know, my mom was an Angel for a while, till they kicked her out."
"Why?" Carly inquired.
"They hated her," Freddie responded.
Carly got it. "Ah."
"Hey, I gotta go up to the studio and update some firmware on our server," Freddie remembered.
"Have fun, Captain Techno," Carly didn't even try to understand his Tech Talk.
At the top of the stairs stood a blonde demon. More importantly, his blonde demon. "Sam? Not that I'm happy to see you, you know I always am, but…why are you here?"
Sam smirked. "I picked the lock and took a nap up here."
"Why…never mind, I don't want to know," Freddie groaned.
"Well, if you want me to leave, then…" Sam pointed downstairs. "I'll be gone, Frednub."
"No, stay with me?" Freddie begged.
"Fine," Sam made it sound like she was doing him a huge favor. She grabbed his hand and they made their way to the iCarly studio.
"Hey, the door's locked!" Freddie yelled.
"THE KEY'S UNDER THE THINGIE!" Carly screamed back.
Freddie called, "I CAN'T FIND IT!"
Carly came up there, and Sam hid behind a curtain, rolling her eyes. She could've just picked the lock…but then again, Freddie's pretty dumb. He didn't figure stuff like that out.
Carly opened the door for him then left. Sam came out from behind the curtain. "Dude. I could've just picked the lock, Fredstupid."
Freddie scratched his head. "Oh, yeah."
They walked in the door, Sam holding his hand again. They then kissed for a few minutes before Freddie pulled away. "Hey, Sam, wanna hear something funny?"
Sam raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"I love you," he whispered.
Sam smacked him playfully. "You're such a dork, you know that?"
"But I'm your dork," he reminded her.
"You're so corny," she hit him again.
"Stop hitting me," he replied.
Sam whined, "But it's fun!"
"Not for me," Freddie pleaded.
"For me it is," Sam laughed.
"No, Sam," Freddie told her.
"Yes, Sam," Sam retorted.
"No."
"Yes!"
"No."
"Yes."
"NO."
"Yes."
"Whatever," Freddie, as usual, was the first to surrender.
"YES!" Sam rejoiced. "Mama always wins!"
That night, at Carly's hobo party, Sam and Freddie spent most of the time talking while Carly danced with random hobo boys. They made up nicknames for freaky boys, laughed at the dorky ones, and Freddie hit Sam as she cooed over the hot boys. Sam hit Freddie a lot harder when he looked at the pretty girls, so he tried to stay away from that 'temptation.'
When the party was over, Carly shooed everyone except for Sam and Freddie (who, just like at the beginning of the evening, were standing at the counter) and Gibby and Tasha out of the apartment.
Spencer jumped out of his hiding place. "I heard the door slam. Party over?"
"Yes!" Carly answered. "You can come out now."
"Yay, I'm starved!" Spencer rejoiced, grabbing some food.
Gibby, who was always the SMART one, gave Spencer a weird look. "Why didn't you just come out during the party?"
"Cause I'm dead," Spencer reminded Gibby, who reached out to poke him. "DON'T POKE ME!"
Carly patted Gibby's back affectionately. "He's not dead. He's just pretending to be so he can trick people into spending more money for his art."
"It was not my idea!" Spencer defended. "I am a victim of poor newspapermenship."
They then did their "blech" thing.
Freddie, who was sitting awfully close to Sam, asked Carly, "Hey, you want us to help you clean up?"
"Thanks, sure," Carly laughed.
"I'll check and see if the couch is okay," Sam volunteered, as usual. Typical Sam, Freddie thought. She relaxed. "Oh, this might take a while."
Tasha approached Freddie, and under her wide-brimmed hat, Sam watched intently. "Hey, will you help me with something?"
"Sure," Freddie answered.
Tasha continued, "You know, Gibby's birthday's next week."
"Yeah," Freddie remembered, picking up a paper. "He handed out these flyers."
"Well, I wanna get him a video camera. Can you give me some advice?" Tasha asked him.
Freddie grinned. "Yeah! I got a little one up in the studio that'd be perfect. Come on up, I'll show you."
"Kay," Tasha agreed, following him.
Spencer stopped them. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. So this is Gibby's girlfriend?"
"Yeah," Tasha replied.
"Interesting….WHY?" Spencer yelled.
Freddie began to explain the camera to her, explaining that "yes, it works on cats." She then suddenly tripped and landed on top of Freddie in a compromising-looking position. Of course, Gibby (with his amazing timing) picked that very second to peer into the room.
"WHAT?" the normally shirtless boy yelled. "WHAT?"
Tasha looked terrified. "It's not what you think!"
Gibby began to scream at them about what he'd done and what they'd done. He then challenged Freddie to a fight, Friday at 3:02 behind the gym.
Once he got downstairs, the look on Sam's face terrified him even more than the angry Gibby.
"So, BENSON, seems like you didn't learn your lesson the first time, did ya?" The hurt look on her face made Freddie feel horrible.
"Sam!" Freddie begged. "Sam, please…we just fell."
"Yeah, I know," Sam laughed.
She turned and left, Freddie groaning behind her.
"Hey," Freddie said in a dead voice as he approached Carly and Sam at school.
"Hey, Fredwich," Sam replied in a normal voice.
"Hi," Carly added. "What's wrong?"
"Gibby texted me ten times today," Freddie moaned.
Sam looked down at his phone. "What'd he text you?"
"I'm going to make you bleed on Friday at 3:02, I love you Mom, wait that last text wasn't for you, it was for my mom," they read.
"Well, that's what you get for macking on his girlfriend," Carly teased jokingly.
Sam did her signature smirk, causing Freddie to sigh inwardly again. "We fell!"
"We know," They replied in unison.
"And I'm not gonna fight Gibby," Freddie added. "I don't wanna hurt the kid!"
Sam began to snicker, and then laugh. Freddie gave her a stare. "I could beat up Gibby if I wanted to! Right?"
Sam was still laughing, but Carly replied, "That's a pretty shirt!" in an attempt to change the subject. She then put in, "Well, Gibby's kind of…thick."
"Whatever," Freddie cleared. "I'm gonna go talk to him."
"Ah, ya can't," Sam told him.
Carly grinned. "He stayed home from school today."
Freddie stared at them. "How come?"
Sam and Carly brought home groceries for Spencer after school, which Spencer declared 'awesome', especially when Carly gave him some Sizzle Rocks. Carly tried to get him to stop his plan to get more money, but Spencer declared it to be the 'newspaper's fault' and showed off his huge wad of cash that he'd collected. The critic came by and bought a sculpture for 4,000 dollars!
The next day, Freddie walked up to Gibby. "Gibby. Listen, this whole thing has gotten way out of control." Gibby whacked the drink out of Freddie's hand, and Freddie stared at him. "That was a chai latte."
"Well, I'm gonna make you a die latte," Gibby threatened. "Yeah, I said it."
"Nothing happened between me and Tasha!" Freddie assured him once again. "I was just talking to her and-"
"And you lost control and tried to kiss her up," Gibby finished wrongly. "I'm gonna break you."
Sam walked up, patting Freddie on the back. She put her arm around Gibby. "C'mon, Gib, time to train, kid."
"You're training him to fight me?" Freddie yelled. "WHY?"
"Cause, Carly asked me to go over to his house to talk him out of fighting you," Sam began.
"To no avail," Gibby put in.
Sam finished. "Oh, and the fight's not gonna be behind the gym anymore."
Gibby got in Freddie's face. "There's been a change in venue."
"To where?" Freddie remained calm.
"iCarly," Sam told him nonchalantly. "You and Gibby are gonna swing it out live on the web!"
"WHY?" Freddie was getting riled up.
"Cause who wouldn't wanna watch Gibby pound the fudge out of you?" Sam asked. "Let's go, Gib." She motioned for him to follow.
"Say bye bye to your fudge," Gibby hissed in his ear.
"GIBBY!" Sam yelled, and Gibby took off.
Freddie stood in shock, reliving the past few moments. His girlfriend was training his best (guy) friend to fight him because in a weird turn of events he'd fallen on his best (guy) friend's girlfriend. AND his best (guy) friend didn't even know that he was dating another girl. How did his life get so complicated?
His phone rang later. Glancing at the Caller ID, he picked it up on the first ring. "Hey, Sam?"
"Hey, Freddie," she sounded out of breath. "I'm just calling to…a….ap…apologize!"
"For what?" he asked smugly.
Sam growled. "You know what!"
"No, please elaborate," Freddie replied.
"Stupid," Sam muttered. "I'm sorry for training Gibby, but…you're not gonna fight him anyway, so what's the point?"
"True, and apology accepted," Freddie smiled. "I'll see ya later, then?"
"Got it," Sam breathed. "Bye, love you."
"You too," Freddie hung up, but not before hearing Gibby say, "Who are you saying I love you to?" and Sam replying, "…my mom?"
On the set of iCarly, Gibby was preparing for the fight while Carly and Sam were waiting.
Carly turned to Freddie, who was preparing his tech stuff. "Are you really gonna do this?"
"Well, I can't back down," Freddie reminded her.
"Gibby!" Carly reprimanded like a worried mother.
"He betrayed me!" Gibby yelled.
Freddie rolled his eyes. Tasha showed up then. "Hi, Tasha," Carly greeted.
"What are you doing here?" Gibby questioned.
Tasha begged, "I miss you. Nothing happened with me and Freddie!"
"Yeah, tell your story walking," Gibby told her.
"Can I stay and watch the show?" Tasha pleaded.
Carly tried to smile. "Yeah, sure."
"I don't care," Sam muttered.
Freddie exhaled loudly. "Here we go. In 5, 4, 3, 3."
"Freddie!" Sam commanded.
He shook his head. "2…"
Carly began. "I'm Frank!"
"I'm a toaster!" Sam informed them.
"And this is the Frank and Toaster Show," they both told the audience.
"Jk," Carly told them. "THIS IS iCarly!"
"And it's Fight Night!" Sam announced, ringing a fake bell.
"For the record, I'm totally against this," Carly whispered.
"I'm not!" Sam smiled cheerily. "Tonight, live on iCarly, you're gonna see an all out bare knuckle boy fight between Gibby and Freddie!" She rolled their pictures; including one of Freddie dressed up as a clown.
"That's not the photo I approved!" Freddie complained.
"And, once the dumb fight's over," Carly began.
Sam grinned. "I'll call Freddie an ambulance!"
"I was gonna say we'll be checking in on the PB&J sandwich that's been rotting here for over a week constantly reported by Freddie's surveillance camera!" Carly raised her eyebrows.
Inspiration hit Freddie. "Wait! Tasha, hold the camera!"
Sam looked straight into the camera. "Apparently Freddie's lost his mind, so we're just gonna try to…"
"I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner. Uh, Tasha, over here. See, the reason Gibby wants to fight me is that he thinks I tried to kiss his girlfriend." Freddie explained.
Gibby grabbed the camera. "I've seen it with my own eyes."
"Yeah? Well, the rotting sandwich cam saw it too!" Freddie reminded them all triumphantly. "So now, take a look at what REALLY happened."
It showed Tasha trip, and then Freddie said, "See, Gibby? Tasha TRIPPED. And we FELL. That's all."
"Man, I feel like a turd," Gibby groaned.
Carly hugged onto Gibby. "Yay, no fight."
"iCarly, where we make food rot," Sam sentimentally told the audience.
"And rebuild relationships," Carly added.
"We're gonna take a little break here," Sam smiled. They showed a video of Spencer filling a sock with raw hamburger meat.
"I'm sorry I acted so turdy," Gibby apologized, extending a hand. "Bros?"
"Bros," Freddie accepted.
"What about me?" Tasha asked.
Gibby grinned. "You're back in."
"Oh, thank you!" Tasha hugged Gibby tightly, kissing his cheeks.
"Hey, hey, hey," Gibby cautioned. "Later."
"Gibby gone," Gibby announced, taking Tasha's hand and leaving.
"How does he get her?" Freddie wondered.
"There's gotta be something wrong with that chick," Sam announced.
"Aw, come on, Gibby's…sweet, and cute, and fun, and…" Carly began. Both Sam and Freddie gave her simultaneous you've-gotta-be-kidding-me-looks. "There's gotta be something wrong with that chick."
The next day, as if they were back on schedule, Gibby was hanging out at Freddie's place when Freddie said something that messed him up.
Gibby told him, "I can't believe I thought you were cheating on me with Tasha!"
Freddie replied, "I know, especially since I'm going out with Sam."
The look on Gibby's face was a mixture of pure horror, shock, terror and amazement. Suddenly Sam burst in to the apartment as she usually did, freezing when she saw Gibby. She immediately read his expression.
Without missing a beat, she said, "Freddork, you lose the bet."
Gibby finally broke free of the trance. "YOU are dating FREDDIE?"
"Yep," Sam smirked. "And now widdle Fweddykins gets himself a wedgie bounce from Mama!"
"Cute," Gibby muttered. "Oh, what am I saying? You guys are weirder than me and Tasha!" He started to take off, but Sam grabbed his arm.
"Hey, Freddo, you wanna keep it secret still?" Sam asked.
Freddie nodded. "Yeah."
"How bout…the next loser has to tell the whole school while being wedgie bounced from the flagpole?" Sam asked delightedly.
"Fine," Freddie muttered, knowing he wouldn't make that mistake again.
"Good then," Sam leaned in and kissed Freddie on the cheek. Gibby screamed in horror and, breaking free of Sam's grip, ran away screaming.
"Oh, Gibby," Sam sighed, kissing Freddie. "You too, loser. You better believe I'm following up on this whole wedgie-bounce thing!"
"I know," Freddie sighed, kissing her on the lips. "I know."
Oh, Freddie lost the bet! Well, now he's getting the wedgie bounce…next chapter! Sorry, I said it would be this chapter but that didn't work out! But it will DEFINITELY be next chapter! However, the next chapter is iSpace Out and unfortunately I don't have that one on my computer. I have all the others but that one. So if someone could send me a working link to iSpace Out (without paying tons of cash like iTunes) that does not involve YouTube (China blocks YouTube) that would be awesome! Otherwise I have no way to do next chapter and I may have to skip it or skim over it, as much as I don't want to. Also, review! It helps me go faster!
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